"Did he watch some gangster drama? What is he doing?" Xia Xiang asked Ren Chenfeng, her forehead creased with three black lines.
"I didn't watch it with him," Ren Chenfeng quickly retorted, not wanting to admit that he was just as immature as Hu Yanjing.
Xia Xiang looked them up and down with suspicion. Why did she find it hard to believe?
"Can you sense his superpower index?" Xia Xiang asked seriously, beginning to take a closer look at the strange thing in front of them.
The two shook their heads in unison.
Xia Xiang: Then why are you so arrogant?!
"Isn't it you who's here? If you're not nervous, there's no point in us being nervous." Ren Chenfeng was very honest; he was indeed very nervous, but being nervous wouldn't help anyway.
Xia Xiang's current ability index is 21,000, Hu Yanjing's is over 10,000, and his is only 7,901.
Just to be on the safe side, he secretly called the Imperial Guard, hoping that Xia Xiang's mother would find out soon that they hadn't returned.
Xia Xiang experienced this kind of speechlessness last time when she was with them. Although her superpower index was over 20,000 and she had that guy with her, he generally wouldn't come out unless her life was in danger.
However, after sensing the power level of this unknown monster in front of her, she felt that she could still defeat it, so she also became a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).
Xia Xiang took half a step forward, crossed her arms, straightened her small body, and spoke in a very arrogant tone.
"Ha, you dare to call yourself 'this one' in front of me? You're so ugly it hurts my eyes. If you leave now, I'll spare your life; otherwise, you'll be done for here today."
The monster, whose appearance was unknown, grinned maliciously, "You little brat, I admit you have some strength, but aren't you afraid of hurting your neck by spouting such big talk!"
"Ha, a mere 18,000 points, and you dare to be so insolent in front of me!"
Xia Xiang was furious. Besides disliking being called "Little Fatty," she also disliked being called "Little Rascal"! "Even if you send five more, I'll still bury them all."
Ren Chenfeng froze the moment Xia Xiang started speaking, looking at her with a questioning expression, even though she herself was the most childish!
Hu Yanjing touched the tip of his nose, feeling that he hadn't pretended enough and could try harder.
"Heh, considering your delicate skin, I'll grant your request." With a wave of his hand, the man with long black nails summoned five identical figures behind him...
"You have a bit of a jinx about you," Hu Yanjing growled, his muscles tensing as he prepared to strike at any moment.
Xia Xiang looked closely and pondered for a moment: "These are his clones, they don't actually have any special ability index."
"Is this good news?" Ren Chenfeng asked, frowning, trying his best to hide his inner panic.
He had just tried to contact the Imperial Guard while Xia Xiang was in a daze, but his phone had no signal, which he figured was because of the monster in front of him.
To avoid upsetting his two friends, he'd better not tell them.
Xia Xiang shook her head decisively, "Bad news."
The three were surrounded by six people and could only turn their backs to them, remaining wary of these strange individuals.
"But why does it look different? Isn't it supposed to be a clone?" Hu Yanjing noticed the anomaly.
“It’s not a clone from another dimension, but something he made for himself using the corpses of superhumans, something like a puppet.” Xia Xiang said nervously.
"Although they don't actually have a combat power index, each of them has 18,000 when they attack."
"What???" The two exclaimed in disbelief. "What you're saying is completely incomprehensible."
"Simply put, it's a formation based on puppets."
Xia Xiang could only try to ease her tension by patiently explaining, "They will go one by one. If A attacks, then A will have the main fighting force."
"If B attacks, the fighting force will instantly shift to B. Their main strategy is to catch us off guard. Most importantly, the main force doesn't even need to be on the field; they can wear us down."
"Little fatty, you've seen a lot, but you're about to die." The purple energy ball in the hand of the unknown monster gradually increased, and the five puppets gradually shrank the encirclement, moving closer to the three people in the center.
"Ah! You've gone too far!" Xia Xiang was really angry. This monster had now done both of the things she hated most!
I already said, it's just baby fat!
The other two friends were startled. Seeing Xia Xiang covered in sweat, they knew they might be about to die young, so they started chatting.
"Since you know him, do you know what kind of person he is?" Hu Yanjing decided that he should maintain his style even before he died. "This young master doesn't want to die at the hands of some nobody."
"What kind of monster is this?" Xia Xiang stared intently at the monster, not daring to be distracted for even a moment.
"Hey, you just said I was asking for the monster's name." Hu Yanjing looked blank.
"That's his name!" Xia Xiang shouted, simultaneously using an aura shield to block an attack from a puppet.
"There are many amazing things in the world of superpowers. This monster, whose nature is unknown, is an extremist form of demonic art. Unlike demonized humans who absorb the power of others, they collect superpowered individuals as their puppets. It's an extremely inhumane practice, and they don't even tolerate demons. He only has a combat power of 18,000 right now, and he's only been cultivating for a few years."
"Then why does it have such a long and strange name?" Ren Chenfeng asked.
Xia Xiang explained, "Then we'd have to ask the first person who discovered this form of extremism how they named it."
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